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❛ Okay you look-a right here! I baked that into a pizza ONCE and nobody can ever know. Not even the health inspector. Capeesh? ❜

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#pizza tower rp #crossover rp #[ AS SEEN ON TV || self promo ]#//LETS-A FUCKIN GOOOOOOOD

As he was literally at the edge of his seat as he watched the action on his television, something drew his attention on his pizzeria's wall.

A childish looking rectangle? Wait, was that a door?

His pupils shifted from the desperate action to this new concern right next to him, his stool slowly teetering with each rapid movement of his head.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Sweat built upon his already sweaty bulky frame.

Finally, something steps out from the door...

❛ PIZZAH-- ❜

Peppino's seat finally gave way and he flopped onto the floor face first. Luckily he was able to recover just as quickly. However, his face was a certain hue of crimson as his hands grasped his counter with such a force to crack it between his fingers.

❛ PIZZAHEAD. ❜

He spat out again, his arms raised and jittering as he felt himself reach his last nerve already. The Italian's digits curled and flexed at the though. HE WAS GONNA GET THAT GUY. HE WAS GONNA--

Before he could do what he wanted, he paused as the pizza FREAK's words finally reached his ears. Brows raised, teeth become unbared, skin returning to its usual color, hands lowering. He...wanted to help his other self? How weird was that? Even after he got his butt handed to him in the tower?

The other vanished to fetch more people, he guesses, before he could even sputter a response. Peppino's head swiveled around to spot him but no sign. Man, he hated Pizzahead so much. Ok, his focus was back on the door the guy came in through. Sure, he already stated he was relieved he wasn't involved in this bullshit but, hey, he hasn't had a good fight in a long while. Plus business sorta died for the day (like usual) so might as well do something fun, eh?

He flipped the sign to "closed" on his door and slipped on his purple p-ranking clothes because...

...it's time to p-rank this.

One shoulder barge through a crayon door later, he's in the middle of it and ready to deliver some red hot Italian hands at whatever freak asked for them.

It's cartoon violence time!

#[ let's a fuckin' go || ic ]#[ watching out || dash commentary ]#//IT BEGINS

tagtraumerin

#[ musings of a stressed out chef || musings ]

isabelopaque

april will be a good month [staring into the sink mirror eyebags prominent the most upset person youve ever seen]

#[ musings of a stressed out chef || musings ]

Did that Mii guy GET HIS HAND CHEWED OFF?

DID THAT CLONE JUST DIE IN GENERAL?!

#[ let's a fuckin' go || ic ]#[ watching out || dash commentary ]#//I WASN'T EXPECTING THAT TBH #//JUST CARTOONY ANTICS #//OH SHIT OH FUCK--

Thank GOD he's not involved in this RP with these freaks (affectionate). He doesn't have to worry about surviving against such messed up odds with his short fuse.

...doesn't mean he's not stressing about how this other self is doing. He's close to screeching at the top of his lungs and throwing his tv out the pizzeria's front windows.

#[ let's a fuckin' go || ic ]#[ watching out || dash commentary ]#//i just realized how much shorter of a temper my peppino has #//he's just tired and doesn't like being messed with

//I absolutely despise doing this after making my comeback to the Tumblr RP scene but I desperately do need help with affording food and bills for roughly a month.

The short of it is that my job was supposed to start on April 30th but I was informed by the hiring manager that construction on the store was delayed and it'll actually open in the middle of May. It took me several months just to get THIS job and I dunno if I can even grab a second job to pay for food and such so I don't want to chance it.

So I kindly ask if people are able to throw a few bucks my way, I would appreciate it. Absolutely no pressure to donate and please only do it if you're able to. Don't put yourself out for me.

I plan on returning the favor with art and maybe even simple 3D models once I regain my strength. Eating barely a meal a day for a few weeks has taken a toll on me.

(Link to my p//aypal is below the read more. Please don't be weird with knowing my name.)

#donation post cw #donation cw #[ out of pizza || ooc ]#[ screaming from the top of the tower || psa ]#//i literally would appreciate anything

@thetravelershub's Gustavo is up to something:

" 'ey, Pep, c'mere a minute!" Peppino might've been wondering what that commotion was all about. Well, now he's got an answer! Look at all those tiny rats gathered on the pizzeria's counter, each holding a small instrument! They're all playing an upbeat tune. (Not well, but they're playing it.) "Whaddaya think? I figured we could have 'em play while the customers eat! Like one'a them fancy restaurants, with live music." The rat squeaking into the microphone points to a handwritten sign with its tail, reading: 'WE ONLY KNOW ONE SONG. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT. CHEESE AND PIZZA CRUSTS APPRECIATED!' ... judging by the crumbs on a few of those faces, they might've already been helping themselves to some food.

❛ Huh? ❜ A questioned hum came with him craning his head to look through the servery window. Not going to lie: he was curious about what was going on with the music and noise in the front lobby but REALLY didn't care to check but now he sees it.

RATS IN HIS RESTAURANT?! THAT WASN'T BRICK?!

Peppino vanished quickly and reappeared behind the counter with Gustavo, head twisting and darting as he looked between his friend and these band rats. His eye lid twitched with anticipation of what would happen if these rodents were seen here. In a restaurant. Where people don't LIKE SEEING RODENTS.

An arm was thrown over his buddy's shoulders as he pulls him away from the issue. Their backs were turned as he started off with a whisper.

❛ Gus... ❜

❛ WE CAN'T HAVE-A ALL THESE RATS HERE . ❜

It quickly went from a whisper to a scared louder tone as his hands gripped the other's arms out of panic. As he gave an "okay" hand sign to the gang of rodents with a forced toothy grin, his voice lowered as he spoke through his gritted teeth.

❛ We already have ONE big rat. Having all of-a these little ones--THAT ARE GETTING INTO MY-A FOOD ALREADY--would only get us shut down. Even if music's a good idea. ❜

#thetravelershub #[ order up! || ask answered ]#[ let's a fuckin' go || ic ]#//he's screaming internally and externally

//Might as well throw it here. This damn pig haunts me and I gotta spread its curse around.

Based on this specific pig statue.

#pizza tower #[ an artist's touch || mun art ]#[ out of pizza || ooc ]#//affectionally referred to as “fuck ass pig” amongst my group of friends #//his stare haunts me #//it was fun replicating the pig city building look for the bg #//please get this creature away from me

@manebloom asks some pressing questions:

" which toppin is your favorite ? or is that like asking someone what their favorite child is ? i don't know what your relation is to them . do you care them , pizza man . "

❛ You can't just-a ASK THAT! They're all important for the pizza! CoughExcept-apineapplecough. ...but seriously, I do care about ALL of those little paisanos. Hard to not get attached when-a they can actually think and walk. They're-a like...weird food versions of stray cats. Even I have a heart under all of-a the pizza grease and anger issues. ❜

#manebloom #[ order up! || ask answered ]#[ let's a fuckin' go || ic ]#//good lord i need to redraw the ask and headcanon banners #//looking at them now after my own artistic improvement HURTS

romantic gestures

bold what applies to your muse. italicize if there's potential / it depends. cross if never applies.

holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi/uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist/sports team/other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing/doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument/sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner/coffee · mixtapes/playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport/keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally/physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal)

tagged by: NOBODY. STOLEM!

tagging: Whoever's feeling bold.

#[ distraction between orders || dash games ]#//fighting for my damn life to post this #//please clap

tfw Tumblr is nerfing you and not letting you post a dash game and join your cool friends.

#[ that's not milk || crack ]#//nobody will ever know his romantic gestures #//but it's complaining about too many characters in a block #//but it's never complained before and it's complaining even when the indent is gone #//maybe i can secretly separate the list

//FINALLY working on icons again tonight. Send me asks and stuff I can answer just to use them/get some activity here.

#[ out of pizza || ooc ]#//also i will :eyes: at the crazy plot going on with the others #//maybe draw a thing or two

superkirbylover

i like to think the dog photo in peppino's house is his childhood dog

#[ it's a me || self ]#//i love how the dog looks in game #//and the idea of it being his childhood bestie #//look at the absolute unit #//precious

Another day, another handful of customers and tips.

The norm for this Peppino. As well as the lull in folks coming in as he sat at the counter, bored out of his mind as the tip of his pencil tapped against the counter while contemplating the answer to a part of his crossword puzzle.

❛ "A sound, especially one that is-a loud or unpleasant or that causes disturbance"...and it's-a five letters... ❜

The tapping continued as he racked his brain for the solution. It's right at the tip of his tongue, he swears it, but it's not coming to him. The television quietly playing some weird daytime sitcom overhead combined with the ever-increasing volume of his own tapping, it quickening as his own irritation of both these and the question perplexing him. He bit his lip and furrowed his brow, skin turning a lighter shade of red out of his near-silent rage. His thoughtful hums turned into furiously loud humming as he was ready to TEAR THIS NEWSPAPER TO SHREDS...

...until the show was stopped mid-laugh track as it turned to static. It immediately drew his attention as the paper was saved within his grasp.

❛ Great... Something must've-a wiggled the antennae. AGAIN. ❜ He grumbled out loud. Not that he was watching that horrible show or anything but his ear was tuned to it and it's horrible situational jokes.

As he made his way from behind the counter to head outside, the television changed again. Within the static came a familiar sight, a familiar sound...

Was that...was that HIS face?! HIS voice?! Maybe it was another version of him? He would remember if this happened to him. He looked so nervous. Par for the course honestly with how his life has gone.

AND WAS THAT THE NOISE?! Wait, hold on, this guy was dressed so weirdly... He wouldn't put it past the Noise himself looking and acting like that but something made him doubt it was ACTUALLY him. Call it his Italian intuition.

Peppino returned to before the set that sat above him, eyes transfixed on what was going on. Looks like they're...cooking? And the Noise-like being was threatening him with knives and such. He couldn't even comprehend what's going on or what happened thanks to him seeing it mid-way through.

That sucks but thank GOD that wasn't him.

He returned to his stool behind the counter as his eyes stayed glued to this situation, his thumb immediately mashing to turn up the volume so he could hear them better. He really wanted to know how it'll end...and hopes he makes it out alive.

The OTHER he, not "he" like himself--forget it. All these other him's make it confusing enough. No need to think about it.

❛ ...THE ANSWER IS-A NOISE. ❜ He blurted out as he filled out the space on the crossword before it left his brain once more. Then back to staring at what happened next in this REAL drama.

#[ let's a fuckin' go || ic ]#[ watching out || dash commentary ]#//trying to catch up mid-way through the rp plot is insane #//keep it going you guys